The Wistful Skyline
The summons came not from a bell, but from the heavy, rhythmic thud of Lord Halloway’s cane against the flagstones, a sound that vibrated through the soles of Elias Vane’s boots and settled in his chest like a stone. "Vane," the Lord Archivist called out, his voice dry and devoid of warmth, echoing off the high, vaulted ceilings of the Imperial Ministry’s central archive. "Bring the final...
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